Storytime.

My mother is an artist. Three years ago, she suffered three strokes in two months time.

Her heart had stopped on the third stroke.

She was in China while I was here. I was devastated I couldn't be there for her.

She was there as a missionary.

She had some crazy stories about underground Christianity.

She used her artwork to fund her missionary work, and to help the organization feed and house children, who were abandoned, mostly girls.

I will always be proud of her.

This one is my favorite.

Mom tax: After a few minutes her heart was restarted. There was a lot of brain damage. She had to relearn how to speak and walk. She came home and I take care of her. All these pictures are watercolor paintings. Its taken the last three years to recover. She still has the shakes in her hand, but she focuses really hard and still paints like this for her online shop to donate money. She lives with me now, and I take care of her. I just wanted to say I love my mom, she's my hero!